#Bars

Yeah Ok If he says he got bigger ball's I know he's lying Pure pussy hermaphrodite so I say he's dyking Nighas don't want beef don't let that act fool ya They vegetarians with diarrhea salad shooters I keep it moving pass them type of nighas yeah I'm rude But they just lobster and shrimp so I seafood I'll fill my plate up And now I'm dropping gems and jewelry Guess I'll change my name to Jacob My lyrical IQ levels brainiac My #barsfire yes I'm a pyromaniac While nighas lying claiming that they dimes are whores It's just wordplay and similes they metaphor But I've met many fours who like to put me in they jaws I kick'em out the door to the laundry mat like they dirty drawers She gets no more plus I leave her sore cause sex like wd-40 and I gotta get my nuts off Blast Off sky high She thought I was a nice guy Truth rolled up real sudden Sorta like a drive-by Haters with them scrunched up faces looking sour Throwing dirt on my name they think that I'm a flower Cause everybody's got a past nigha You see me just roll pass nigha Cause you run-up won't get a pass nigha Directions you can't even ask nigha Cause I'll tell you to go that way And if you catch an attitude nighas might roll up in blackface With me leading the forefront Nighas claim they want smoke but I'm used to blazing whole blunts That's not a threat that's a fact nigha A guarantee that is backed nigha A warranty on your ac nigha I'll pay for those car faxs nigha Have me 21 savage violent Body dumped in the bushes next to the violets I be waiting on cop sirens Then at your funeral pianos and violins But that's, if, ands, or, maybes Concentrate more on you maybe go and have some babies But the gazing eyes and gossip never phased me I just jump on a track and start to go crazy All up in the booth that's when hell breaks loose Got the Devil praying to God asking what he's gonna do Cause I spit hot fire Dylan times two multiplied by five get the reference or a clue huh I'm just saying spraying words like a street sweeper Wack wrappers curbside gutter I'm the street cleaner I'm a nightmare so I keep these nighas dreaming I'm really heaven-sent but they think that I'm a demon Cause the stitches in my art have been perfected so it's seamless My rhymes are tailored to me it's like I'm rocking Sunday's best Rappers bite these bars thus they like how I dress So rappers sew my style cuz they seamstress Cause I been had my changeup it was time to change my chains up So I went and got this bling cut Now I'm rocking something flameless And this bracelet Looks like winter made it The watch got a facelift Bezel looks like a glacier" We building a wall calling it Donald Trump So weak rappers not in my playlist when its time for lunch Nighas cuffing they Nina's when its time to dump Cause everybody Gucci Gang until they see that Lil pump These nighas scared to be they selves so they gotta stunt Phili Da iLLest #barsfire I ain't gotta front Yeah yeah said you ain't gotta front Phili Da iLLest #barsfire I ain't gotta stunt I thought I lost it but I'm not in a coffin My minds been bugging out but no need to hit up Orkin I got Tims that's made for walking and stomping nighas out when they run up with a problem